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was alone, scrubbing away at her brick floor on her knees, and surrounded by a formidable array of pails, and brushes, and mops. The plac .
ward, jump on board the caravan to keep the ladies company while we fight the ford. But the ladies are in no way afraid; they are enjoyin .
ssed away, that she cannot speak of her but with the deepest emotion. She seemed to have very little power to bear disappointment. Her fe .
lleins their freedom and hiring them as laborers only when needed. Customary service was virtually extinct. A man could earn 5d. for reap .
nds and foliage. Moncrieff hastily envelopes his mother in that Highland plaid till nought is visible of the old lady save the nose and o .
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trugglers in this Britain of ours think so much about. The settler then, I say, be he young or old, can afford to enjoy himself to-day, c .
_(e)_ Rice, Improvement of the Civil Service, N. Am. Rev., 161: 601-611. _(f)_ Roosevelt, Present Status of Civil Service Reform, Atl. M .
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gun across the wall at the surging masses, and then sat there spellbound. The sound of their wings and voices filled my ears, and their .
of Shakespeare would have been proposed, and possibly carried out. Kings and emperors have frequently been treated in this way after dea .
_dernier_ pas qui coute." A crowd of anxious persons in retreat is hanging about the windy door, and the breezy stairway, and the airy ha .
enever we wished for them. What was our disappointment, then, when a week after we heard of the death of one of them! This was soon follo .